[man]
Thou hast slept well. Awake!
[woman] The strangeness of your story
put a heaviness in me.
[man]
Shake if off. Come on.
We'll visit Caliban, my slave,
who never yields us kind answer.
[woman] 'Tis a villain, sir.
I do not love to look on.
[man] But as 'tis, we cannot miss him.
He does make our fire,
fetch in our wood
and serves in offices...
Mojave